He glances at her again when she says his name, and the smile on his face grows a little in response. His cheeks are flushed, of course; the fact that everyone can hear him, everyone who's eating here, at least. But he still plays, still sings, because this is all for her. And he's willing to do anything for her, even do something he doesn't quite like.

On those last few notes, he shuts his eyes, even as he lifts his hands away. Afterwards, he looks up at her, and he reaches out to brush his fingers across her forehead, to push a few strands of hair away. She looks beautiful like that, her eyes shut, listening to the music...

"Did you like it?" A bit of a rhetorical question there.